I had reached this point by my own actions. "I want to make love to you, too," I said, feeling like I was in a dream."So I guess, neither of us is to ...lame, then," Karla said, as she moved closer to me. As she moved, her nightdress rode up a little, revealing her pink lace panties, and I reached out from under the covers, to pull her nightdress down with my right hand, covering them. Karla looked down at what I had done, then back at me, and she said, "You're very caring." She smiled, and moved. Oh yeah, this would be fun!So, I knocked on the door and lovely Jamie answered, her long dark hair pulled up into a pony tail wearing shorts and t-shirt. Her firm tits held in place by what I would learn was a French cut bra soon. She took my breath away, when she opened the door I saw her look for my k_ _s and wife, I just walked past her pressing against he chest and said, "No, I am alone." She looked very nervous and started to stammer when I said, "I know your parents are gone all day. “I like to be by myself,” Finally I said something“Got it, sir, I won’t be disturbing you then,” Kavita responded back to me. I had never seen Kavita speaking so confidently. Then Kavita turned to the stranger“So what about you, sir? Do you also like to be by yourself?” Kavita asked the stranger.“No, I get bored being by myself. I always need a good companion, and you seem to be a perfect one.” The stranger started flirting with Kavita“Yes, perfect. So are you from Delhi,” Kavita asked, trying. He even had my features and with his fashionably long hair helooked very beautiful, especially since he had styled it in a verypretty feminine style and had made himself up very expertly with mycosmetics. What interested me was that he had delved into my oldwardrobe where I, a compulsive hoarder, had saved all the clothes frommy early days as a society girl in the fifties.We, my son and I, my husband had died several years before, lived in alarge apartment in Chelsea and we had plenty of room..